By Nora Zelevansky / August 28th, 2009


Sometimes I think, as much as I love an amazing bag or pair of shoes, I love an amazing scarf even more.

No, you know what?  I really need to take that back.  Cause I really love bags and shoes.

Wow.  The depth I display sometimes is just unrivaled.

But, anyway, the point is that of all the scarves I love so very very dearly (and I do adore them), Leigh & Luca's are BY FAR my favorites.  Yup.  I love them even more than my Hermès (maybe cause my Hermès isn't the greatest size, but whatever).  You get the picture.  For me, they are the oh so elusive linchpins of my wardrobe.

Leigh & Luca's scarves are amazing: fabrics from milled cotton to the most delicate, softest cashmere, color combinations like camel and fluorescent pink or deep purple and turquoise and sizes large enough to double as airplane blankets (GENIUS!).  For obvious reasons, I covet a new version every season to suit my new mood.  I'm a moody lady, you know?  No, I'm not.  Yes, I am!

So, with that in mind, great news for fall: First of all, the spring and summer collection is now marked down on the site.  I want them all!  AND, best of all, in October the ladies will launch $99 recession-friendly versions (including the "Black & White Butterfly" version worn above).

Dear Scarf Gods,

Thank you for this generous bounty!


Now that I've imparted that bit of good news, I should also tell you that I'm on LINTing vacay through Labor Day and starting today.   Sorry Charlies, but the last few months have been fraught with craziness and sometimes a girl just needs a few days off.  Still, I promise to return with lots of fun news of interesting adventures and unexpected gems blah, blah, blah.

Ugh.  I really need a vacation.  I'm even sick of myself.

At least I promise to return with a little more patience and a lot more energy for writing this thingy I call La Lint de Pocket.  When I'm French.  That's when I call it that.  Okay????

So, I bid you all adieu with dreams of Leigh & Luca scarves dancing in our heads.  Happy, happy days ahead!  And may you buy many back-to-school L & L scarves!

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 27th, 2009


Every time my friend C.M. & I meet, we lunch at Mariposa inside Neiman Marcus Beverly Hills. 

Sure, we pretend there's a chance of us meeting elsewhere.  We dance around the whole "where should we go" question, as if there's a chance in hell we'll wind up anywhere else.  Sometimes we even schedule our meal at another location, only to change locations back to good old Neimans once again.

See, there are actually many reasons why lunch at Neimans is genius and I will enumerate them here (ahem):

1. The Neimans experience is old world.  Just walking in to the perfume-filled lobby transports you to another, more genteel time, when a certain breed of woman wore only Chanel heels ("What's an Ugg?") and wouldn't dare to sport a pair of jeans. The perfume smell reminds me of trips to Saks with my mother and great aunt Mitzi as a child in NYC, spellbound by all the pretty ladies with clickety-clacking heels.

And downstairs at Mariposa, seriously, they still have models wander from table-to-table displaying their wares.  Like today, they were in the midst of an Escada trunk show, so a beautiful, eight-foot-tall model arrived at our table to show off a dress from the collection.  Of course, mostly she reminded us all that we shouldn't be eating buttery, eggy carbs etc., which brings us to the food . . .

2. In a word: popovers.  When I was growing up in NYC, my friends and I used to frequent Popover Café on the Upper West Side for popovers with heavenly strawberry butter and a hot apricot punch with a fresh cinnamon stick.  SO. DAMN. GOOD.  I never saw a popover in LA until C.M. introduced me to Mariposa and now we scarf at least one of them in all its eggy goodness at each visit.  Of course, when she was pregnant, she allowed herself two.  Lucky girl!

3. At the beginning of every lunch, they serve you an amuse bouche, which is ALWAYS a tiny mug of chicken consumé with a crusty cheese bread stick.  It's so yummy and comforting and wonderful!  I love!

4. The other stuff pictured below.

So pop over for a . . . eh, even I can't bring myself to get that punny.

xo – N.



[CLICK IMAGES TO ENLARGE: Chicken Consumé, New Four Cheese Grilled Cheese, Grilled Chicken Salad]


By Nora Zelevansky / August 26th, 2009


Last night, I went to see The Time Traveler's Wife.

Yeah.  I admit it.  And it was pretty much as bad as you'd expect.  But I read the book, so I just had to see it, you know?

Fortunately, we caught the Eric-Bana-is-sometimes-really-hot-and-sometimes-sorta-eh show just around the corner from Rush Street, so we grabbed a cocktail on the upstairs patio post-film.  So much to discuss: how much we love Rachel McAdams, how little chemistry she has with Eric Bana, the weird, creepy special effect of him fading away during each time traveling episode.  Really.  A simple "poof" would have sufficed.

Before I go into the above cocktail, though, I feel like I need to mention that the popcorn seasoning situation at the Pacific Theater in Culver City is primo.  R. sprinkled her kernels with garlic and parmeasan and I tasted it.  And it was pretty damn awesome.  I, of course, stuck to a Slurpy.  You know how I love those.

Anyway, she ordered well at Rush Street too, choosing the above Pear Flower cocktail with Grey Goose La Poire Vodka, St. Germain, Fresh Lemon & Lime Juice and a Splash of Grapefruit.  So so so good.  You know how pear jelly beans are awesome?  Yeah.  It's like that.

I knew Rush Street had the best tater tots EVER, but this whole pear cocktail sitch was a new revelation.  If only I could travel back in time and drink more of them.  Maybe Eric Bana can teach me? 


xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 25th, 2009

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But enough about me . . . let's talk about my latest story.

On Saturday night, I headed over to the opening party for NYC line Sophomore's Pop Up shop (or temporary store) in Hollywood.  I drank a surprisingly strong blackberry mojito, but still managed to retain enough to write a little story for The LA Times "Image" blog.

As I mention in the write-up, I am TOTALLY coveting both Sophomore's lace-up-adorned leather mini and Madison Harding's Cyndi Strap & Joan Grommet Boots (both fall collections will be out in other stores in a couple weeks or a month, if you can't make it to Hollywood).  In addition to the Pop Up, Sophomore can be found at Opening Ceremony in NYC and LA, while Madison Harding is at Hillary Rush and soon Intermix.

Also, soon you'll be able to find their stuff on my body, if I have anything to say about it!

Okay, now I have to go back to watching to season finale of Make It Or Break It and weep.  I just love the pizza boy and a good floor routine.  Sniff.

xo – N.

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[Madison Harding's Fall Cyndi Strap Boot]

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[Joan Grommet Boots]


By Nora Zelevansky / August 24th, 2009

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If you're anything like me (and the rest of the fashion loving world), you've been loving up the super florescent and unorthodox mattes for mani-pedis lately: yellow, purple, hot pink, gray.

O.P.I. just launched a whole slew of new brights (including the above blue in collaboration with Paige Premium denim–Jeez, it's like I'm working for Paige lately), so that's all happy and good for a while.  But what's next?

See, when I'm on the fence about a color, I have the luxury of checking in with my friend Tova (picking nail polish colors is her Waldoism or gift).  But not everyone is so fortunate.

That's why I thought I'd share some interesting info: O.P.I. is launching these two new Designer Series shades, including one called "Glow," which is described as "rose gold."

Um, sign me up.  You know I'm a sucker for all things rose gold.

I'm in search of an image of the color and will post ASAP!  On the job . . .

xo – N.

P.S. I'm kinda loving this blue . . .


By Nora Zelevansky / August 21st, 2009

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What kind of style blogger drops comments about how a new great haircut gave her a lift and then doesn't close the deal with a pic?  Um.  I lazy LINTY blogger like me, I guess?

BUT here is a pic or two or eleven.  I've learned something valuable: taking a picture of your haircut is hard.  It kind of doesn't come out.  BUT I've tried below and above.

The cut is not so dramatic (though I totally intend to chop more seriously in fall, when I no longer care about getting my hair off my neck), but it totally gave me a lift.  Martin at Artlab also totally combined these two Kérastase treatments for shine and revitalization, which is making my hair extra soft.  No, I can't take a picture of softness, so you'll have to imagine.  I also appreciate any male hairstylist who can resist the urge to give longer haired woman some version of "the mushroom" (a.k.a. the elongated mullet).  Long hair needs long layers.  Thank you, Martin!

And try to ignore the fact that I woke up this morning, looking and feeling inexplicably like I'd not slept a wink.  The haircut gave me a lift goddamit.

And so it is.

xo – N.

P.S. Martin also sent me away with a bunch of new Shu Uemura products, which I'll report on soon!  Can't wait!

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By Nora Zelevansky / August 21st, 2009

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Sometimes you don't realize you need a makeover until you get one.

Yesterday, I got my hair chopped at new cool kid Artlab on Montana.  Martin, my amazing stylist there, did such a perfect job!  Who knew I looked like a drowned rat before?  Not me, until he chopped off some inches and I suddenly looked awake.  But he was kind enough to tell me I looked fourteen, even before the makeover.  And, all evidence to the contrary, I've chosen to believe him.  So we love him.  Got it?

Then, in the evening I headed–with my new shorter locks–to Levi's' new showroom for an Ace Hotel co-sponsored party launching the denim line's new sweet V.I.P. destination and announcing some special Levi's suites being unveiled at Ace Hotels around the country.  R & I inhaled yummy BBQ and tequila and Prosecco cocktails and, best of all, discovered the most amazing boyfriend jeans EVER.

I've tried bf jeans before and I sort of thought they were unflattering and carrot shaped.  But DUDE.  I came home and threw these mofos on and now I'm just living in fear of the trend ending because I NEVER want to take them off.  Leave it to Levi's to take some awesome classic 501s and make them the best boyfriend jeans ever.

I walked out of the bedroom in them and Andre said, "Are those my jeans?"  I kid you not.

Between my bf jeans and new haircut, I'm like a new woman.  Now if I could just get around to that stupid mani/pedi.  Some day . . .

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 20th, 2009

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I almost withheld this information.

It's true.  I'm not even ashamed to admit it, even if maybe I should be.  But I love Paige jeans so much that I sort of didn't want anyone else to know about this sale.  I mean, Paige was literally the fit model for every maor denim label and then decided to make her own line.

Luckily, I love ya'll too much to be so selfish.  So, as stated above, this weekend is a big 60% to 70%-off sale for Paige Premium Denim.

Don't ever say I didn't do anything for you, k?  OKAY?  🙂

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 19th, 2009

So, there I was the other day, just shuffling past a Betsey Johnson store, when I spotted it: The very same daisy patterned fabric that I'd rocked as a 13-year-old at my eighth grade graduation.

See, my first forays into the world of Betsey Johnson are quite memorable because, well, I was a major shrimp.  In fact, next to Winston Chou, I was the smallest kid in my class until maybe mid-high school.  I mean, not that I ever sky-rocketed to any great height, but you know . . . I made it to five feet.  At the time it felt like I was the only girl who was too small (in height and boobage) for Betsey's must-have stuff from crinolines to off the shoulder spandex.

Luckily, my very understanding, fashion-loving mother finally acquiesced for my Bat Mitzvah, indulging me with a black crushed velvet Betsey creation with matching bolaro, mais oui, despite the fact that it was way over-sized even in petit.  She let me have it anyway and took it to get altered for the big day.  Of course, as with every Betsey creation I've ever owned, it was a big hit.

But no Betsey dress has ever been so memorable as the daisy one worn above (and below), which I rocked at my eighth grade graduation.  I loved that dress.  I still love that dress.  Where the fuck is that damn dress????!


So, you can imagine my sheer joy at noticing that same fabric, reappropriated slightly silhouette-wise in the window of my local Betsey store.  I mean, I need that, right?  We all need that.

Now, rumor has it via T Magazine that, in addition to her capsule collection, Betsey has remade and is releasing a bunch of her old school goodies for Opening Ceremony in LA and NYC.  So, not only is the fabric repeated, but the designs themselves will be available.


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Personally, I'd really like to get in on that.  Right after I find that eighth grade graduation dress.  Cause it would totally fit.  Riiight.

xo – N.

P.S. Share your Betsey memories with THE LINT!  The Lint knows all . . . You are getting very linty.  Linty . . . Don't ask.

P.P.S.  How funny is it that the two pictures of me in this dress were taken on the same day, but one is all innocent and the other is vampy?  My sis has it right: one is the parental pic and the other, not so much:)

P.P.S. Also, I feel I need to give credit where credit is due and confess that my father actually pointed me in the direction of this new Opening Ceremony/Betsey vintage/new sitch.  Daddy knows best, once again.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 18th, 2009


Yeah, yeah, whatever.

This time, I'm late to the game.  Mostly because I couldn't pronounce Wurstküche well enough to suggest eating there.  But, after snagging a Philip Lim sweater that I majorly heart at the Barneys Warehouse sale this weekend, I finally made it over to the Downtown sausage spot you all love so much.

First of all, while M. & P. go all the time on weekdays and it's not that nuts, this spot is a scene on weekend nights, for sho.  We found a little side table that made me quite happy, but the communal tables were pretty much filled.  Some dude actually came up to me, while I was waiting for the peeps, and asked me to take his picture and then asked, "Are you an artist?"  I thought that was funny cause it's so clearly like an east side indie scene that probably that's not a totally random question.  Unless maybe he just really loved my picture and thought, "Only an artist could do this amazing a job!"  Huh.  I just thought of that.  I think I'll choose to believe that scenario instead.  I'm so talented.

Anyway, secondly, I didn't realize somehow that their thing was "exotic sausage," which sounds really dirty like "exotic dancer" or, well, like Wurstküche pronounced phonetically.  (Worst cooch?  Worst coch?) But, yeah, they have all these crazy types of sausage from rattlesnake to alligator to duck with bacon to veggie options.  I felt kinda rushed for some reason, so I ordered a good ole' bratwurst with sauerkraut to go with a glass of Chimay, which was delish, but traditional.

But the Belgian french fries came with dipping sauce options (an offering I ALWAYS appreciate), so I had the curry ketchup and the Sassy BBQ sauce, which was just way above par (and I am OBSESSED with BBQ sauce, so that's saying something).  Andre The Giant had a jalapeno and mango sausage sitch that was really exceptional, he says.

Next time I'll try something crazier like the Buffalo with Chipotle Peppers or something (maybe).  Even though I refuse to call it "exotic" cause it skeeves me out.  Je refuse, I tell you.  Je refuse!

xo – N.